The Rubber Band

He drank some beer, wiped his lips, and leaned back in his chair. "Miss Fox. The avoidance of idiocy should be the primary and constant concern ot every intelligent person. It is mine. I am sometimes successful. Take, for instance, your statement that you did not steal that money. Do I believe it? As a philosopher, I believe nothing. As a detective, I believe it enough to leave it behind me, hut am prepared to glance back over my shoulder. As a man, I believe it utterly. I assure you, my reason for the questions I am asking is not idiotic. For one thing, I am observing your face as you reply to them. Bear with me; we shall be getting somewhere, I think. Did you kill anyone this evening between five and six o'clock?"

"No."

"Did Mr. Walsh or Miss Lindquist do so?"

"Kill anyone?"

Tes."

She smiled at him. "As a philosopher, I don't know. I'm not a detective. As a woman, they didn't."

"If they did, you have no knowledge of it?"

"No."

"Good. Have you a dollar bill?"

"I suppose I have."

"Give me one."

She shook her head, not in refusal, but in resigned perplexity at senseless antics. She looked in her bag and got out a dollar bill and handed it to Wolfe. He took it and unfolded it and handed it across to me.

"Enter it, please, Archie. Retainer from Miss Clara Fox. And get Mr. Perry on the phone." He turned to her. "You are now my client."

She didn't smile. "With the understanding, I suppose, that I may-"

"May sever the connection?" His creases unfolded. "By all means. Without notice."

I found Perry's number and dialed it. After giving my fingerprints by television to some dumb kluck I finally got him on, and nodded to Wolfe to take it.

Wolfe was suave. "Mr. Perry? This is Nero Wolfe. I have Mr. Goodwin's report of his preliminary investigation. He was inclined to agree with your own attitude regarding the probable innocence of Clara Fox, and he thought we might therefore be able to render some real service to you. But by a curious chance Miss Fox called at our office this evening- she is here now, in fact-and asked us to represent her interests in the matter… No, permit me, please… Well, it seemed to be advisable to accept her retainer… Really, sir, I see nothing unethical…"

Wolfe hated to argue on the telephone. He cut it as short as he could, and rang off, and washed it down with beer. He turned back to Clara Fox. "Tell me about your personal relations with Mr. Perry and Mr. Muir."